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Megara was born in pre-Christian Thebes; daughter of the land, eldest of the three lovely princesses who walked Creon's halls

twin sister to Megareus ( the doomed son, the proud one, who fell before the gates of Neïs ). She may be sharp of tongue at times ( little more than a girl, but her innocence had burned away--not in her body, not yet, but in her heart. Too wise, too jaded ) but she is as precious as the others, with a head to match her looks. They court her as they court the king’s goodwill, protection and treasure, but Meg is discerning in her favor....

Until she met her stormcrow.... →

During her formulative years she fell in love with a man named Thyestes; a spectacular display of naiveté and poor judgement of character

they had grown up together and gradually ( so gradually she barely noticed at first, which was as awkward as might be expected ) her peripheral knowledge of him as a relation evolved into an appreciation of him as strong, as brave, as handsome, as graceful, as clever ( clever, broad grinning, with a voice that shook her heart like lightening on the mountain ); her own noble hero.

He was the sum total of all her wants.... →

Which was why when it came to his life, she was prepared to surrender her soul to HADES for him

because it had felt like being hollowed out when she saw him brought down. She remembers hearing screaming as he falls and realizing the screams are hers. Remembers too the attempts to suture the wound with just her empty hands, caked in blood to the elbow. she knows it's foolish, but wisdom never really stood a chance when pitted against passion. Meg had sworn to walk through fire for him and her oaths are more than ornamentation. She evokes The Quiet One to barter for her lover's life.

& The Lord of the Dead accepts.... →

Deals with The King of the Underworld are not easily broken, even when the man you loved turns out to be a faithless fucking liar.

she'd thought nothing could hurt worse than watching him die, but she's wrong. The pain of betrayal rocks her world on it's axis and in the aftermath she is worse than bereft, she is existentially maimed. Her heart lies in the ashes of the altars, either at the feet of the sky-statue of the goddess or in the single shadow inside the temple of the sun. Somewhere. She would not look for it even if she could. Her soul as well; that's gone too, cupped now in callous chthonic hands.

meg, daughter of thebes, empty & owned .... →

❝ Im a damsel, I'm in distress
I C A N H A N D L E T H I S

NAME: Megara
AGE: born approximately three thousand years ago, circa the homeric era, though her somatic age is roughly twenty six
BIRTHDAY June 2nd

BODY TYPE Tall, hard-edged, sharp limbed enough to slay a man with her elbows. Statuesque at 5'7, Meg is overall what Henry James might have called a "tall, flexible figure".

SUMMARY

i made a deal with the devil ——
Since the striking of her deal, she's spent eons as a minion of the God of the Dead, running erands that range from fetch to kill, but usually fall somewhere in the middle.

With her soul bound to Hades, Meg's body sustains time, illness, and injury in quanities that would kill an ordinary human. She can feel pain, but the only way to kill her would be to entirely destroy her physical aspect.

[ M O R E ]

DEVELOPMENT

headcanons, deconstructions, & character studies drabbles and writing challenges

SUSTENANCE

The errand girl's face claim ( aka zoe and her g-d aesthetics ) The errand girl as treated by that varicoloured empire disney For equipment, errand clips, and her hands run with red Odes, parallels, and words taken right out of her mouth Inspiration, interests, likes, and narrative constructs The soundtrack to slaving for the undeworld Pictures, prose, and prompts that inspire AUs, verses, and plots Decorations for that empty temple you call a body

REFERENCE MATERIAL & WORLD BUILDING

The fucking underworld (and all things relevant) Remnants, relics, and memorobelia from the old cities Things that live(d) in the land of gods and monsters Olympians, primordials, mycenaens, and other divine bodies Ancient myths, legends, & greco-roman historical citations Rome, greece, and everything occupying the mediterranean sea Cultural capitals and virgin empires of the new world

WORDSMITH

script & short responses prose muse answers anonymous occ posts mun answers

Oh man, best part about a blog is the rules, amirite? Anyone excited to read these? J/K I know no one is. We’ll make this short and sweet. You have special permission to wrap yourselves in a snuggy, put on some Halsey, and pour a glass of white wine. Okay. Everyone cozy? Let’s do this guidelines thing:

1. General: This Megara is only loosely informed by her Disney and mythology counterparts (within her main verses). She was a daughter of the king of Thebes and she did sell her soul and become a minion of Hades in exchange for the life of a lover. Other than that, all elements of her main verse are AU.

2. This blog is semi-selective, multiverse, and multiship.

3. If you play a Hades character of any kind, feel free to boss Megara around like you own her. Cause you do.

4. Starter calls are mutuals only but memes, asks, and anons are open season all season.

5. NSFW Content: I am old enough for vile language. I am old enough to buy booze. I recently became old enough to rent a car without a guarantor. Gosh I’m old. That is to say, here there mayhap be NSFW content. T’will be marked, t’will be cut, and you need fear nothing except my salacious tags

Note: This includes all the usual suspects re: triggers. And if there is anything I am not tagging that you would like warnings for then just send me an ask and I would be more than happy to do so.

6. Icons are my default. Irregardless, you are not required to match my style by any means. Fly free, young sparrows. Dance to your own music. Come in like a wrecking ball. Whip your hair back and forth, whip your hair back and forth.

7. You can: Tag me in starters. Send me asks. Send me anons. Plot with me. Feel free to turn asks into memes. Shake it like a polaroid picture.

I. MAIN VERSE
	Default. Primarily Modern. Tag: --- It's been almost three thousand years since the initial brokering of her soul and Meg has remained unexeunt and indentured for millenia through the proclemation of christianity in the city of Rome and the crowning of new gods and empires in every corner of mortal earth. She moves between the underworld, the god realms, and earth with mechanical regularity as menial errand runner, mouthpiece, negotiator, and aquisition and dispensal of artifacts to consolidate Pluto's power in these new romes.
II. DAUGHTER OF THEBES
	Primarly Historical. AU Mythology Verse. Tag: [ v: DAUGHTER OF THEBES ] Princess of Thebes, the eldest daughter of King Creon. In reward for Heracles' defending Thebes from the Minyans at Orchomenus he was given Megara to wife and brought her home to the house of Amphitryon. She bore him a son and a daughter, whom Heracles killed when Hera struck him with a temporary madness. Megara traded her soul to Hades in exchange for her children.
III. WEAK ANKLES
	Primarly Historical. AU Mythology Verse. Tag: [ v: WEAK ANKLES ] Disney's Hercules compliant verrse. Takes place within any space pre or post her encounter with Wonder Boy, after her deal with ʜᴀᴅᴇs to spare Adonis.

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